As I continue my reflections on our time spent living overseas in Wuhan, I feel myself starting to get hungry. We ate a lot over there.
Zac and I consistently devoured street food in Wuhan every chance we got. Our favourite market with food vendors was the Ravi Shinger market (named for the fancy hotel right next to it). I loved the market for its simplicity. And I loved what a visit to the market represented - slowing down, meandering, enjoying beautiful colours and fresh fruits and vegetables, and of course, eating food cooked for you for about $1 Canadian.
A trip to our favourite market meant about a 25 minute walk each way, though we would sometimes ride our bikes there as well. We’d stroll around, taking in the sights and smells, and contemplate what variety of foods we would settle on for lunch or dinner that day (if it was up to Zac, dumplings were usually involved!). We sometimes did this on our own, but we also enjoyed spending time with our friends there, too.
Something I’m missing a little bit as I hang out in self-isolation.
We didn’t confine our street food experiences to only one market, though (of course not!). There was a university market nearby (Wuhan is a big university city), and just about any time we went out and about, there were delicious opportunities waiting for us.